A poet is born,
Neither made nor paid.A singer is born,
Not made, but paid.An artist is born,
Destined to starve and feast.A philosopher is made,
Paid, but ridiculed.A thinker is made
More than paid.A God-lover is far beyond the command
Of life and death.For he has what God is: Divinity’s Smile.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 3, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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